Seven years after Trespasser, Bioware has boldly revealed that DA4 will be about Solas

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Boomtown, Jason Anderson

the number 1 thing i love about blackwall is that he is an absolute slut

the number 2 thing i love about blackwall is that he is an absolute slut

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Fenris soon takes notice of it. She says no to no one, nothing. She is approached often, and although she may question them, she will never turn them down. No matter what it may be. From the smallest errand, to the largest problem, Hawke is always there to help. She treats each task with the same sort of enthusiasm. When she comes to ask if he’d like to come, she always finishes with, “You don’t have to, if you don’t feel like it.” He wonders if she knows she has that same choice. Still, he always agrees to come with her.

It isn’t out of obligation, the fact that she had helped him. No, she’s made it clear that their slate is quite clean. He hesitates on the matter of friendship, as he’s not certain they’re friends. He’s yet to settle on what exactly a friend is. He knows he enjoys her company, her light conversation. She makes it easy, with kind words ready on her tongue. Even the silence is pleasant, comfortable. He doesn’t feel the need to fill it, happy to simply exist in it. What Hawke is to him… he doesn’t know what to call it.

He’s surprised when she knocks on his door for the second time that day. At least, this time, it isn’t for an errand. “I’ve been roped into it,” she says, “so I’m roping you in. I happen to enjoy your company.” She waits for him outside the estate. Dressed in mud-stained trousers, an overlarge tunic which is tucked inside her waist band. Hair slightly mused, and she presses a hand against one side of her face as she yawns. She pulls her face along with her hand, thinks something of it, and raises the other one to rub against her face. She sniffs afterwards, followed by another yawn. Blinking quickly, turning to look towards the door, and she stands straighter when she sees him. He struggles to suppress the smile.

The Hanged Man is overwhelming, as usual. The vibrantly loud conversation, rambunctious laughter, the smell of alcohol, sweat, and whatever mystery stew has been cooked up for the day. They slip through the crowd to their table, in that corner. It’s as private as a place in the Hanged Man can be. Isabela is shuffling the cards in her hands, handing half the deck to Merrill. Anders reaches for the half Isabela still holds, intending to see if she’s cheated. She keeps the cards away from him, a sly smile on her lips. Varric and Aveline are discussing the guard, surprisingly, and did she know there were three wanted criminals sitting just a few tables away? Yes, but she’s off duty, and she takes another swig of ale.

Hawke is easily able to attach herself from one to the next. Discussing the alienage with Merrill, to Lowtown with Isabela. Discussions on how it’s very like being on a ship, and Anders dryly states even the diseases are the same. They drink, they gamble, they laugh, they talk, and the night wears on. Near the end of it, Hawke doesn’t sit as straight as she started. A bit slumped, her arms crossed, the smile on her face as she follows the heated conversation between Anders and Aveline. Fenris nearly jumps when he feels it.

Hawke rests her head on his shoulder. “Today was surprisingly tiring,” she says as she makes herself comfortable, closes her eyes.

“You didn’t have to say yes,” he says.

“I know, but I wanted to anyway,” she says, shuffling just a bit closer to him so that her arm presses against his. He takes care not to move his shoulder. His hands tighten around the mug he holds. He looks down, slightly, away from the others. Her knee against his, and the smile slowly spreads across his face.

i have been notified that apparently there’s not enough art of vetra out there so i set out to remedy that

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Jac Jagaciak at Emilio Pucci Fall 2010 RTW

I haven't posted in ages, but I'm thinking of being more active on here again. In the meantime, here's a dragon sculpture I found on a nature walk.

just a daily reminder that the witcher is my religion and i seriously need to draw more stuffs about it  ☄️

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Zareena | Spring/Summer 2018 pt.1/pt.2